Page 74 of Twisted Bonds
There are things that I'm not sure I will be able to help her with, and because of that, I may have to suck it up. I've thought long and hard about this since I last saw her, and I've come to the conclusion that for Ryan, I will do anything. I've already killed for her, and I'd do it again. I'll burn the fucking world down for that woman. I'd die for Ryan Hendricks, only to come back and do it all again. The depth to which I love this woman and the distance I am willing to go for her scares me a bit.
Shaking myself out of my thoughts, I smile at my mother. "Come on, let's go greet Grandpa."
"Do you think your father will come and greet his father?" Mom asks with a concerned look on her face.
"It doesn't matter. It may take a little while, but I truly believe Bain will come around once he sees the real Baxter Huntley," I state.
Mom snaps her head at hearing me call my father by his name. "Show a little respect, Beau. He is your father, and he loves you."
Well, this will be awkward, but I won't keep anything from my mother, so I tell her, "I'm not doing it to be disrespectful. I'm doing it to get used to calling him that in case I have to share Ryan with him. Being in a three-way relationship is weird all on its own, but it's even weirder when I call my girl's other lover Dad."
My mother's lips twitch before she responds, "You know, Beau. Even ifthatdoes happen—that Ryan chooses both of you—you don't have to sleep with her simultaneously."
"Eww, gross! I know that, Mom. Still, it's weird." I shudder visibly. "I also can't talk about this with you. What the fuck is wrong with this family? A father who is a Dominant, and an uncle who was a psychopath, and now I'm seriously considering sharing the love of my life with my father! This is a seriouslytwistedfamily, if you ask me."
My mother takes my hand as we walk to the front door to wait for my grandfather and Cal. "If it makes you happy, Beau, you have to do whatever it takes to keep it. Sometimes, things aren't how you want them to turn out, but it doesn't mean you still can't have them. You have to make your own normal and fuck what everyone thinks." My mother sighs. "I love your father, Beau, but I can't be the woman he wants and needs, and I'm okay with that. I will support him in whatever he wants to do."
Changing the subject, I ask, "What do you think of Ryan?" I haven't gotten her input about whether she likes Ryan, so I should probably ask.
"She's lovely, and I can see why both you and Bain love her." She grins sadly. "I can tell she isn't comfortable around me, but that's expected. After all, she was sleeping with my husband."
I think about everything my mother is saying, and I feel like we're on some kind of reality show. I can't even make this shit up, so how I'mactually livingit is a mystery to me. Only time will tell whether I can marry the love of my life again or end up sharing her with my father for the rest of our lives.
Fuck… What a damn shitshow…
"Grandpa, how was the trip?" I ask him as I help him out of the front seat of Cal's Jeep.
"It was really nice, Beau. I haven't been on an extended car ride in a long time." Baxter Huntley grins as he pats my shoulder.
Cal has been keeping me updated on Grandpa's condition. Since Liam's death, my grandfather has been getting stronger and getting out of bed. At first, it was just to sit in the wheelchair and then the recliner. However, more recently, he's been walking with the help of his nurse.
Seeing my grandfather now, I can tell that Cal has been taking excellent care of him. Not only is he getting stronger, but he's also looking healthier. He's had a haircut, and his face is freshly shaven. The strong Huntley genes are more prominent on his sixty-eight-year-old face.
I hear a gasp behind me and see my mother gawking at Grandpa. "Baxter, you look like your old self again!"
My grandfather chuckles. "I guess I'll take that as a compliment, Chloe. Does that mean I was hideous before?" he teases her.
"What? Oh, no, I didn't mean it that way. I'm sorry if it came out wrong." Mom rushes over, takes Grandpa's other hand, and helps me walk him toward the steps to the house while Cal grabs their suitcases.
I've instructed the staff to unload the little U-Haul trailer hooked to the back of Cal's Jeep Cherokee and place it all in the wing that Cal will be staying in. Grandpa will stay in the room across the hall from my mother and sister. I don't know how my father feels about that tidbit of information, but the way I see it, he doesn't have a choice. I understand it's his house, but technically, it's also mine, and Baxter Huntley is family.
Speaking of the devil, as soon as I look up, I see my father standing at the top of the steps, a frown glued to his face as he watches my mother help Grandpa. It's ironic how things have played out, and I haven't thought of it like this, but his father has fucked his wife, just like he's fucked mine. Yes, legally, Ryan isn't my wife, but he knows that's how I see her. I wonder if he's thought about this himself.
As we get closer, my father meets my eyes, and I lift my brow at him. "Watch your step, Grandpa. We have ten steps to walk up," I inform him.
"Would you rather hold onto the railing as you go up or are you fine with us helping you?" my mother asks.
"This is perfectly fine; thank you, Chloe," he replies.
My father watches as we make our way up, and as soon as we get to the top, where he's standing with his hands in his pockets, I lean in and whisper, "How does it feel,Dad?"
Yeah, it is a dick move, but it makes me feel better. He doesn't seem to like the fact that his father has fucked his wife. Hm, weird. There’s a tick in his jaw, and a vein pulses at his temple when he glares at me, but then he turns and walks ahead of us. Surprisingly, my father opens the door for us as we walk my grandfather into the house.
"Where is my son?" Grandpa asks. His voice cracks slightly at the end, and I glance at my father.
"I'm here, Dad." My father steps up in front of his father, still slightly upset.
"Bain? Is that really you?" Grandpa lets go of my mother's hand and reaches out to my father, who takes his hand.
